Da Bosses Lady Lyrics
| Song | Da Bosses Lady |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Bagley, Wilson | |
| (scarface excerpt) that chick hes with....she like me. oh, she likes you | |
| Huh? how do you know? the eyes chico....they never lie. what, are you | |
| Serious? yeah, i'm serious....what do you think? man, thats the bosses | |
| Lady, you're gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? ******* you man!....the | |
| Bosses lady...huh...that guys soft....you got some of that for | |
| Me?...would you kiss me if i wear that hat? | |
| Verse 1 (kool g. rap) | |
| I had to have her, since my first glance at her | |
| Pimp stance at her | |
| Watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her | |
| Bottles of italy and france at her | |
| Advance at her, spit romance at her | |
| Champagne glasses chatter | |
| Ass fatter than that actress up in family matters | |
| Lips thicker than mick jaggers | |
| ******* so hard the *******t could stab her | |
| She pushed a sick jaguar | |
| Paint *******ned like it was black lacker | |
| She carried a small gat for back up | |
| Whole *******t spectacular | |
| Peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her | |
| She had the hour glass shape | |
| Had my blood flowin' fast paced | |
| Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape | |
| Mad papes, i could tell by the way she was draped | |
| Her sex mate's caked up like drake's | |
| He's got the crib by the lake | |
| Wanted by the jakes | |
| For takin' powder weight outta state | |
| They straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates | |
| Garden lookin' like a flowered wake | |
| Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this ******* sour | |
| Sex, money, and power, ******* good enough to devour | |
| I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower | |
| Then snapped back to reality | |
| He said her name was valerie | |
| Dont ******* around with that ho, a *******'s on the salary | |
| Pockets too low calorie | |
| Her man will get his cavalry | |
| And straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery | |
| Chorus - off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his | |
| Life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch | |
| The night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost inspite | |
| Repeat once | |
| Verse 2: (chameleon) | |
| The bosses lady, i ******* the four-fifth and holds it steady baby | |
| My man *******ps more weight than the ******' navy | |
| Out to get this gravy, so you can't take mine | |
| You crossed the line | |
| ******' with the bosses devine | |
| Ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes | |
| Found out you tryin' to ******* with his dime | |
| You layed your life on the line | |
| But the cards are in my hands | |
| I love this rich man, and ******' you is not in the plan | |
| I'm out to get grands and live on my own land | |
| So why ******* with that help? | |
| I'm livin' in wealth, you under his belt | |
| Hourglass figure i know you felt | |
| Wonderin' how the ******* smelt | |
| Lavish taste will have you livin' in debt | |
| Fantasizin' 'bout his wifes sex, | |
| So how could you disrespect the man | |
| That supplies the cash for your checks? | |
| On the low 'cause you know he blaze tecks | |
| And you fear for whats next | |
| Your life is in debt for tryin' to get my ******* wet | |
| Realize the bigger picture | |
| I deal with bigger figures | |
| I got no time for affairs with the average *******s | |
| Keep the lustin' to a limit | |
| 'cause ain't no benefits in it | |
| Too much to lose if i let you hit it | |
| You know the force is deep | |
| And you wanna creep | |
| Thinkin' how sweet it would be if i just let you eat | |
| But to the boss yo, i gotta stay true | |
| The chump change won't do | |
| So me with you isn't happenin' boo | |
| Verse 3: (both) | |
| (g. rap) i like ya style, kid you get wild | |
| Let the chips pile | |
| My clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who's big now | |
| Barkin' on *******t like a (?) | |
| Lame chick you got this *******t foul | |
| We got the big bricks *******pped in from miles | |
| While i'm whippin' *******t with 6 plus 6 valves | |
| Makin' millions off fiscal | |
| We regulated, | |
| Boo i guess you haven't heard the latest about these new agents | |
| Stackin' outrageous | |
| (chameleon) yeah, i heard about the way you flip birds, | |
| Got these *******s standin' on the curb sellin' ******* and erbs | |
| You and my ******* exchanged words then parted ways | |
| You swore to god all day | |
| Your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways | |
| (g. rap) straight gave him a harp to play | |
| (chameleon) i peeped your resume | |
| (g. rap) you with me angel? | |
| (chameleon) yeah, no doubt, but i should bang you | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuo ci : Bagley, Wilson | |
| scarface excerpt that chick hes with.... she like me. oh, she likes you | |
| Huh? how do you know? the eyes chico.... they never lie. what, are you | |
| Serious? yeah, i' m serious.... what do you think? man, thats the bosses | |
| Lady, you' re gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? you man!.... the | |
| Bosses lady... huh... that guys soft.... you got some of that for | |
| Me?... would you kiss me if i wear that hat? | |
| Verse 1 kool g. rap | |
| I had to have her, since my first glance at her | |
| Pimp stance at her | |
| Watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her | |
| Bottles of italy and france at her | |
| Advance at her, spit romance at her | |
| Champagne glasses chatter | |
| Ass fatter than that actress up in family matters | |
| Lips thicker than mick jaggers | |
| so hard the t could stab her | |
| She pushed a sick jaguar | |
| Paint ned like it was black lacker | |
| She carried a small gat for back up | |
| Whole t spectacular | |
| Peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her | |
| She had the hour glass shape | |
| Had my blood flowin' fast paced | |
| Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape | |
| Mad papes, i could tell by the way she was draped | |
| Her sex mate' s caked up like drake' s | |
| He' s got the crib by the lake | |
| Wanted by the jakes | |
| For takin' powder weight outta state | |
| They straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates | |
| Garden lookin' like a flowered wake | |
| Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this sour | |
| Sex, money, and power, good enough to devour | |
| I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower | |
| Then snapped back to reality | |
| He said her name was valerie | |
| Dont around with that ho, a ' s on the salary | |
| Pockets too low calorie | |
| Her man will get his cavalry | |
| And straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery | |
| Chorus off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his | |
| Life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch | |
| The night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost inspite | |
| Repeat once | |
| Verse 2: chameleon | |
| The bosses lady, i the fourfifth and holds it steady baby | |
| My man ps more weight than the ' navy | |
| Out to get this gravy, so you can' t take mine | |
| You crossed the line | |
| ' with the bosses devine | |
| Ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes | |
| Found out you tryin' to with his dime | |
| You layed your life on the line | |
| But the cards are in my hands | |
| I love this rich man, and ' you is not in the plan | |
| I' m out to get grands and live on my own land | |
| So why with that help? | |
| I' m livin' in wealth, you under his belt | |
| Hourglass figure i know you felt | |
| Wonderin' how the smelt | |
| Lavish taste will have you livin' in debt | |
| Fantasizin' ' bout his wifes sex, | |
| So how could you disrespect the man | |
| That supplies the cash for your checks? | |
| On the low ' cause you know he blaze tecks | |
| And you fear for whats next | |
| Your life is in debt for tryin' to get my wet | |
| Realize the bigger picture | |
| I deal with bigger figures | |
| I got no time for affairs with the average s | |
| Keep the lustin' to a limit | |
| ' cause ain' t no benefits in it | |
| Too much to lose if i let you hit it | |
| You know the force is deep | |
| And you wanna creep | |
| Thinkin' how sweet it would be if i just let you eat | |
| But to the boss yo, i gotta stay true | |
| The chump change won' t do | |
| So me with you isn' t happenin' boo | |
| Verse 3: both | |
| g. rap i like ya style, kid you get wild | |
| Let the chips pile | |
| My clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who' s big now | |
| Barkin' on t like a ? | |
| Lame chick you got this t foul | |
| We got the big bricks pped in from miles | |
| While i' m whippin' t with 6 plus 6 valves | |
| Makin' millions off fiscal | |
| We regulated, | |
| Boo i guess you haven' t heard the latest about these new agents | |
| Stackin' outrageous | |
| chameleon yeah, i heard about the way you flip birds, | |
| Got these s standin' on the curb sellin' and erbs | |
| You and my exchanged words then parted ways | |
| You swore to god all day | |
| Your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways | |
| g. rap straight gave him a harp to play | |
| chameleon i peeped your resume | |
| g. rap you with me angel? | |
| chameleon yeah, no doubt, but i should bang you | |
| Chorus 2x |
| zuò cí : Bagley, Wilson | |
| scarface excerpt that chick hes with.... she like me. oh, she likes you | |
| Huh? how do you know? the eyes chico.... they never lie. what, are you | |
| Serious? yeah, i' m serious.... what do you think? man, thats the bosses | |
| Lady, you' re gonna get us killed. the bosses lady? you man!.... the | |
| Bosses lady... huh... that guys soft.... you got some of that for | |
| Me?... would you kiss me if i wear that hat? | |
| Verse 1 kool g. rap | |
| I had to have her, since my first glance at her | |
| Pimp stance at her | |
| Watchin' men throwin' banjamins and grants at her | |
| Bottles of italy and france at her | |
| Advance at her, spit romance at her | |
| Champagne glasses chatter | |
| Ass fatter than that actress up in family matters | |
| Lips thicker than mick jaggers | |
| so hard the t could stab her | |
| She pushed a sick jaguar | |
| Paint ned like it was black lacker | |
| She carried a small gat for back up | |
| Whole t spectacular | |
| Peepin' out her frame, walkin' in back of her | |
| She had the hour glass shape | |
| Had my blood flowin' fast paced | |
| Past late, get that ass raped, fast tied up with mask tape | |
| Mad papes, i could tell by the way she was draped | |
| Her sex mate' s caked up like drake' s | |
| He' s got the crib by the lake | |
| Wanted by the jakes | |
| For takin' powder weight outta state | |
| They straight sorrounded his crib with tower gates | |
| Garden lookin' like a flowered wake | |
| Every hour he make about enough dough to spoil this sour | |
| Sex, money, and power, good enough to devour | |
| I hit her up inside the marble tiled shower | |
| Then snapped back to reality | |
| He said her name was valerie | |
| Dont around with that ho, a ' s on the salary | |
| Pockets too low calorie | |
| Her man will get his cavalry | |
| And straight turn the town to a shootin' gallery | |
| Chorus off his life, to get in good with the bosses wife, cross his | |
| Life just to floss his ice, to get him hit for the cost of rice, torch | |
| The night, if the thoughts is right, bodies could get lost inspite | |
| Repeat once | |
| Verse 2: chameleon | |
| The bosses lady, i the fourfifth and holds it steady baby | |
| My man ps more weight than the ' navy | |
| Out to get this gravy, so you can' t take mine | |
| You crossed the line | |
| ' with the bosses devine | |
| Ay yo, his mans, they commit crimes | |
| Found out you tryin' to with his dime | |
| You layed your life on the line | |
| But the cards are in my hands | |
| I love this rich man, and ' you is not in the plan | |
| I' m out to get grands and live on my own land | |
| So why with that help? | |
| I' m livin' in wealth, you under his belt | |
| Hourglass figure i know you felt | |
| Wonderin' how the smelt | |
| Lavish taste will have you livin' in debt | |
| Fantasizin' ' bout his wifes sex, | |
| So how could you disrespect the man | |
| That supplies the cash for your checks? | |
| On the low ' cause you know he blaze tecks | |
| And you fear for whats next | |
| Your life is in debt for tryin' to get my wet | |
| Realize the bigger picture | |
| I deal with bigger figures | |
| I got no time for affairs with the average s | |
| Keep the lustin' to a limit | |
| ' cause ain' t no benefits in it | |
| Too much to lose if i let you hit it | |
| You know the force is deep | |
| And you wanna creep | |
| Thinkin' how sweet it would be if i just let you eat | |
| But to the boss yo, i gotta stay true | |
| The chump change won' t do | |
| So me with you isn' t happenin' boo | |
| Verse 3: both | |
| g. rap i like ya style, kid you get wild | |
| Let the chips pile | |
| My clique slit smiles across your mans throat so look who' s big now | |
| Barkin' on t like a ? | |
| Lame chick you got this t foul | |
| We got the big bricks pped in from miles | |
| While i' m whippin' t with 6 plus 6 valves | |
| Makin' millions off fiscal | |
| We regulated, | |
| Boo i guess you haven' t heard the latest about these new agents | |
| Stackin' outrageous | |
| chameleon yeah, i heard about the way you flip birds, | |
| Got these s standin' on the curb sellin' and erbs | |
| You and my exchanged words then parted ways | |
| You swore to god all day | |
| Your squad would spray my man in all kinds of sick and retarded ways | |
| g. rap straight gave him a harp to play | |
| chameleon i peeped your resume | |
| g. rap you with me angel? | |
| chameleon yeah, no doubt, but i should bang you | |
| Chorus 2x |
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